After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 192 Tai Zhong

Dazai Osamu walked aimlessly and directionlessly against the surging crowd.

"Ah... the sunset is really warm..." Dazai Osamu stared at the sunset above his head for a while, and said something without thinking. "Let's go into the water."

The moment he entered the water, the world seemed to become quiet. As if returning to his mother's arms, Dazai Osamu's expression was truly calm, a look he had not seen in a long time.

Dazai Osamu kept reviewing everything that happened today in his mind.

A reddish-brown figure flashed through my mind. Chuuya...

The words are also very strange today.

After not seeing each other for so long, he thought Nakadashi would enthusiastically break his ribs...

What does that mean? I feel like I've seen that number somewhere before...

Dazai Osamu was just talking nonsense out of a bad taste. Maybe he received too much information today, or maybe everyone misunderstood their relationship.

Misunderstanding? That shouldn't really be considered a misunderstanding, right? After all, he'd never been clear about Chuuya... But, whether it was moving forward or backward, Dazai Osamu didn't want to.

He knew that someone loved him, but he seemed to lack the ability to love.

He saw a sign of things getting out of control from Nakahara Chuuya's unexpected response. He felt that things were getting out of control and subconsciously wanted to escape.

If you can avoid intense joy, you will naturally not be sad.

He didn't know if anyone was waiting for him, but just like Schrödinger's cat, if you don't go, you won't know if anyone will be there.

...Did he really not know? That string of numbers...

Dazai Osamu slowly opened his eyes in the water.

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"Tsk." Along with this light "tsk.", Nakahara Chuuya was still wearing his iconic black coat. This coat and hat had become a symbol of his identity, very much like a Hong Kong mafia.

Under the coat, a black shirt tightly wraps his slender yet powerful body. The waist-hugging design highlights his waistline, and coupled with the extremely well-tailored suit pants, the three are perfectly integrated to outline an extremely seductive and charming curve.

He leaned lazily on the soft sofa, letting out a sarcastic sneer, but he didn't know who the sneer was directed at.

This is a safe house of Nakahara Chuuya. Even the leader doesn’t know about it. Only he knows it. No, there is another person who knows it too.

This was his selfish desire... because... it was originally prepared for someone.

The room was dark and silent, with no lights on. Nakahara Chuuya stared silently out the French window at the night sky, which hung low like a curtain. A faint red light flickered between his slender fingers, appearing and disappearing.

Several hours have passed since the agreed time.

Zhongyuan Zhongya never expected that the bluefin tuna would be so timid, whether it was three years ago or now.

When he gave the coordinates of this place to Bluefish, there was indeed an element of gambling.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand. The rising smoke spread out like a veil, like a hazy veil, covering his face that was always full of energy.

Through the hazy smoke, his usually clear and bright cobalt blue eyes now looked a little dull.

He was not quite sure what kind of feelings he had towards Dazai Osamu, and he really found it difficult to define what kind of complex emotions he was harboring.

Is this what is called love? Or is it a deeper, more passionate love? He has no way of knowing the answer.

But the unique tacit understanding between them is beyond doubt.

They trust each other but are always testing each other's bottom line. After every fierce quarrel, they gain a deeper understanding of each other.

Dazai always seemed to enjoy deliberately provoking him, provoking tit-for-tat verbal battles. They attacked and accused each other mercilessly, but whenever one of them got into trouble, the other would always lend a helping hand without hesitation.

Although he is always fooled by Dazai Osamu, it doesn't mean that he is stupid.

He was special to Dazai, he was sure of it.

Don't underestimate him, after all, he's from Leibo Street. They don't show mercy to children there, and he's seen a lot of darkness.

Dazai's eyes, expression, and subconscious movements all showed that he cared.

Nakahara Nakamura is not a careful person, but he inexplicably cares about Dazai Osamu and can always catch some subtle differences in Dazai.

However, he also knew Dazai Osamu. This...coward.

Nakahara Chuuya slowly looked around. Even though he was in this dark environment, with the help of the bright moonlight outside the window, he could still clearly see everything around him.

He casually put out the unburned cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, then slowly stood up.

He checked the time. It was 11:59 PM.

If he guessed correctly, that guy shouldn't come, right?

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't plan to wait any longer. He walked to the door, opened it and prepared to leave. The moment he saw the dark shadow at the door, he subconsciously wanted to attack, but stopped himself.

He could only think of one person who could catch him off guard and stand quietly at the door without being noticed.

Dazai Osamu just stood there, looking at him quietly. There was no tense atmosphere as soon as they met, and no provocation. Nakahara Chuuya was actually a little uncomfortable with it.

I don’t know when Dazai Osamu arrived. His body was still wet and water was dripping down. A small puddle had already formed under his feet.

Dazai Osamu pursed his lips tightly, not smiling but looking pale and weak.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Dazai, this guy, looks really good from this perspective. Nakahara Chuuya looked at Dazai Osamu without any concealment.

He had always known that Dazai Osamu was good-looking. When he was still in Hong Kong, many people were fascinated by him. But that mouth made him never focus on Dazai's appearance.

"Don't you want to come in?" Zhongyuan is not a pure white jasmine flower. Neither Leibo Street nor the Port Mafia can accommodate truly pure people.

Although he had no experience, he knew a lot and naturally knew the meaning of this sentence.

Dazai Osamu also knew it.

"Can I really come in?" Dazai Osamu looked straight at Nakahara Chuuya.

Is it really possible? Can he really enter someone's heart? Is he worthy? Can someone like him pursue happiness? Is it possible... that he shouldn't have come?

As long as there was a hint of hesitation on Chuuya's face...Dazai's eyes darkened.

Two people, one in a dim room, the other at a doorway shrouded in moonlight, one bright and one dark, but their positions seemed to be reversed.

The people in the light reached out their hands for help to the darkness.

"Hmph." Nakahara Chuuya snorted and laughed. He raised an eyebrow, with an inexplicable bitterness in his voice.

Before Dazai could react, he grabbed his collar and pulled him in. He turned around, kicked the door backward, and closed it with his foot, and the two of them disappeared into the darkness together.

"Really? He's always dawdling and talking to himself! Damn bluefin tuna..." Nakahara Chuuya raised his head and stared at Dazai Osamu, who was much taller than him, with an unhappy look on his face.

At the same time, she grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar tightly, forcing him to lower his head.

Dazai Osamu did not say anything, but obeyed silently. His lowered eyes flashed with a deep and dark light, like an bottomless pool of water.

Chuuya... you're so stupid...

The air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and the faint smell of river water. This mixed smell quietly penetrated into the noses of the two people who were pressed tightly together.

Their lips moved involuntarily toward each other, as if drawn by an invisible force.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the only sound in the world was each other's breathing.

Gradually, one of them broke the silence first, gently pried open the other's teeth, and engaged in a fierce lip-to-lip confrontation.

The breathing of the two people became more and more rapid and disordered, as if they wanted to swallow each other into their bodies.

Dazai Osamu's arms tightly embraced Nakahara Chuuya's slender waist, and Nakahara Chuuya's hands gradually climbed onto Dazai Osamu's shoulders.

Dazai Osamu's hand slowly moved around, exploring the texture of the treasure.

In the darkness, all senses were amplified. The slurping sound of water... the rustling of fabric... and the gradually heavier breathing of the two...

"Wait..." Nakahara Chuuya stretched out his hand to block Dazai Osamu's chaotic hands. His breathing was particularly clear in the quiet environment. "Go to the bathroom."

"Eh... Chuuya, are you disgusted with me? I'm so sad~" Dazai Osamu asked in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that his body was covered with traces of river water.

So even though he said this, he picked up Zhongye without hesitation and found the bathroom as if he was familiar with the place.

In the misty water fog, the intertwined figures are looming.

"Damn Dazai..." Nakahara Chuuya tilted his head back, his slender white neck was covered with dense marks left by Dazai Osamu.

His wet ochre hair stuck to his cheeks and neck, giving him a unique beauty.

"Chuya..." Dazai Osamu looked at Chuuya Nakahara like this and couldn't restrain his inner desire.

I really want...I really want to get Chuuya...

Zhongya, it's mine.

He lowered his head, kissed Nakahara Chuuya, and hooked Nakahara Chuuya to sink into it with him.

In the large bathtub, they hugged each other tightly.

Dazai Osamu explored slowly and leisurely, moving intentionally or unintentionally.

Nakahara Chuuya opened his eyes wide, breathing rapidly, his beautiful blue eyes misted with a layer of mist. Such a strange feeling...

Dazai Osamu kissed the corner of his eye gently, his eyes filled with deep paranoia and obsession.

His his his his!

He was an excellent hunter, and his greatest skill was forbearance. He watched his prey sink into the trap, and even though he wanted to devour it as quickly as possible, he remained patient and waited for his chance to strike.

Nakahara Chuuya felt dizzy and gasped for breath while hugging Dazai Osamu. He didn't notice when Dazai Osamu stood up and even wiped the water off his body while holding him.

Until he felt dizzy and sank into the soft bed.

Feeling the heat coming towards him, he didn't refuse. After all, since he had been invited, he knew this would happen.

They are all adults, so they will understand naturally.

"Chuya, are you sure?" Dazai Osamu's vision was not affected in the darkness. He could see clearly Chuuya Nakahara's expression that seemed to be both happy and painful, as well as the water droplets falling along the predetermined trajectory.

"Tsk, are you a man? If you don't want to do it, get out!" Nakahara Chuuya was dissatisfied with Dazai Osamu's procrastination. "Ugh!"

"Chuuya always likes to provoke~ However, there are some things that cannot be said casually..." Dazai Osamu smiled at Chuuya Nakahara in a vicious way.

The two of them changed positions. "Chuuya, it feels great to look down, doesn't it~"

Nakahara Chuuya frowned and made a sound of discomfort.

When he heard what Dazai said, he glared at him with his eyes that were red and sparkling at the corners. Just as he was about to speak, his words became fragmented.

"Chuya...I like..." In a trance, Chuuya Nakahara seemed to hear Dazai Osamu whispering in his ear.

"Dazai...I like..." Chuuya seemed to say this while his consciousness was still lingering.

The black-haired young man paused slightly, then hugged the treasure in his arms even tighter.

You said it... You can't regret it...

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"Hmm~Hmm~" Dazai Osamu lay in his seat, humming happily. The members of the Armed Detective Agency, Harry, and Draco around him couldn't help but secretly look at him.

It wasn't because Mr. Dazai showed up for work on time for the first time today, but because of the bright red slap marks on his face and his strangely good mood.

"Has Mr. Dazai been like this since this morning?" Draco asked Nakajima Atsushi beside him in confusion.

"Yeah, it's weird, right?" Nakajima Atsushi replied in a low voice.

Draco nodded. It was indeed strange. It looked a bit like Mr. Grindelwald and Headmaster Dumbledore had reconciled.

Oh~I see~

Draco turned his head and looked at Edogawa Ranpo, confirming his guess.

After careful observation, Naomi Tanizaki ran into the infirmary with a red face, leaving Junichiro Tanizaki with a puzzled look on his face.

Kunikida Doppo's expression was serious, and if you looked closely, you could see that his hand was shaking a little as he pushed up his glasses.

Something was wrong! Absolutely wrong! He was so quiet. He hadn't threatened suicide, nor had he invited women to commit suicide. He even completed his work quickly and well.

This bandage-wasting device must be up to something bad!

Yosano Akiko came out with Tanizaki Naomi.

She passed by Dazai Osamu unintentionally and saw the traces that Naomi mentioned.

A scratch stubbornly peeked out through the collar.

From this point of view, it is obvious who gave the slap mark on Dazai Osamu's face.

She controlled herself not to laugh too loudly.

Okay, okay, just be happy as a couple and don’t bother with this NPC!